[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xCz2t2Xw/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Maleficent's Gates
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan turned her head to the side, catching the voice of one of the irritating boys from earlier. But rather than being obnoxious, it seemed he shared an appreciation for a healthy amount of blood. So instead of giving him a scathing remark, Megan nodded her head in his direction to acknowledge his comment, before she continued onwards. Sierra then came into view, as did Arthur and Gabriella and was it... Briar? Elm? Juniper? Some sort of tree name, she couldn't quite recall. [color=silver]"I'm fine,"[/color] she said, to reassure her father. 

	[color=silver]"The blood suits me, I think,"[/color] she admitted. It was rather striking against her pale skin, and her armor prevented it from soaking her to the bone. She didn't have much appreciation for things that were clean and spotless anyways. There was something vibrant about blood and dirt, something that testified to having really lived. She paused, standing next to Gabriella as her infatuation raised the dead dragons, sending the deceased beasts off to menace the opposing army. Megan's eyes were filled with love and adoration. She had never seen someone so incredible before.